FoundAlongRoad

I’ve never wanted to write
And not write
About something so much
There was a time
I simply lived it
In the beginning it inspired
But I was busy being in it
Then I didn’t wanna write
About what wasn’t right
Lived in companionship
Now I don’t want to set words
Out into the world
And try to describe
What I never could
The geyser is stilled
Of reaching
But bubbling in seeing
So I bleed it out
Into fictional people
In an obscene love story
Cuz isn’t that the truth of me
And out loud I tell them
She’s so funny
Cuz incredible sounds too close to
A well tread path I swore to never bring to you
Maybe boundaries are all editing
Perspective
The way I stumble on a compliment
I want to gush
To give deserved
Adjectives
Testimony
But my throat closes
Around the line between
Letting innocent love be seen
And worship
Behind my pen and my eyelids
It is a living thing
Sustenance
Soaked in scripture of beyond where words exist